They said it couldn’t be done; they said it’s not worth trying . . . they were wrong!

Here I am, in double-digits. My next milestone is triple-digits.

Well, technically, I’ve been in triple-digits all along because I include the leading zeroes in my numbering scheme. I could have done a single post and when I asked how many I’ve completed, I could honestly reply “I’ve hit triple-digits!”

But, I hold to no such subterfuge. Ninety more of these and I will have my next milestone of one hundred (less than a third) Project 313 posts. I can hardly wait. Well, you know, I have to because I ain’t got no time-traveling ability.

Too bad that . . . if I could travel back in time, I’d go back to ten minutes ago when I had a full cup of coffee beside me. That way, I wouldn’t have to get up and get me another cup.

And now, the photo; some flowers at the entrance of the complex where we’re staying:

Project 313 010

I hesitate whenever I think about posting flowers because there’s a limited number of flowers (I’m speaking of how they look and not the quantity) and after a while, the photos start to all look alike. Not waves, of course. Waves are all uniquely different.

. . . I should do more waves . . .

On a completely non-related matter, Willy is — in many respects — someone with the right attitude, especially about work. By all accounts, I’ve never competed for Worst of the Worst Employee of the Month. Despite my lack of ambition in that regard, I hear I probably came close a few times.

Be that as it may, I never wanted to work and I seldom enjoyed what I did. Combined with doing as little as possible, I sit here marveling that I did as well as I done did do. I wonder how tempted I’d be to buy one of these curses . . . you know, if there were such things as curses (there aren’t) and they actually worked (they don’t . . . because there aint no such thing).

Let’s face it; people have been sold the idea the purpose of life is to support and provide for the bit of (probably) your DNA carried by snot-nosed offspring. For the vast majority of people, this translates into hours upon hours of drudgery and misery that slowly and inexorably shortens our lives.

Me? I rather do more stuff like this next doodle.

By the way, that almost looks like it should means something . . . if anyone knows if it does, please mention it in the comments below because people want to know what they should be doing.

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

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Please, if you are considering bestowing me recognition beyond commenting below, refrain from doing so. I will decline blogger-to-blogger awards. I appreciate the intent behind it, but I prefer a comment thanking me for turning you away from a life of crime, religion, or making you a better person in some other way. That would mean something to me.

Finally, if you interpret anything on this blog as me asking or wanting pity, sympathy, or complaining about my life, or asking for help and advice, know you’re likely missing my subtle mix of irony, sarcasm, and humor.

It actually means nothing, as in what we should be doing. If it had one or two more lines (I don’t remember exactly, but I think it’s an additional horizontal line across the bottom vertical lines) it would mean something . . . but it would be nothing.

As for inanimate objects not sending their DNA into the future . . . in their own way, they do. Hence, the popularity of antique stores (or, as I call them, dead people’s stuff stores).

I would think the doodle was simply one of hordes of characters in a far eastern alphabet. It would be interesting to see.
I love the reference to coffee. That is so much me. In fact I think I’ll head downstairs and fill my cup again, right now. M :-)